Floral Shears
The neighbors all secretly watch her, wondering. They nonchalantly glance over her rustic, hand-built bent twig fence and crane their necks from the seat of the lawn tractor. How is it, they wonder, that her lilies flower incessantly, that her rose bushes nod with mammoth blooms, that her garden looks so, well, alive?
She smiles to herself as she wanders through her lawn, knowing her every move is avidly observed and slavishly mimicked. She pauses here and there to deftly snip a wilted leaf, a faded bloom – the movement so swift and subtle the neighbors scarcely notice. If only the little clipper's handle weren’t such a bright orange…
